I died in peace, but I was scarce
Ajusted to the tomb,
When some dude died for glory that
Preceded a huge 'BOOM'.
He sat up and said "That was fun!"
I think I'll try again!
For evidently, warfare is
A thing that death can't end.
He was plucked out and tossed aside,
His legs were roughly ripped
From his torso, in order that
A friend could be equipped
With pants that matched the color of
The hat upon his head.
And since their colors weren't the same,
His friend then shot him dead.
I thought "That looks so cool! Why should
That dude get all the fun!"
And so I hopped out of my tomb
And went to find a gun.